Last night as I was preparing to go to bed (at a remarkably early hour), I got a call from a neighbor. They had misplaced their housekey and we are the custodians of their spare key. Unfortunately, my wife is the key-keeper, she was unavailable, and I didn’t know where their spare key is kept. The neighbor said, Oh, well, I guess we’ll just have to break discretely into our own house. Don’t call the police when you see us!
To which I responded: Look at the bright side. If I do, you might end up having a beer with the President.
BTW, they did another search and found their missing key.